In Over My HeadChapter 4 Anita s Story
I push the stiff door open, stagger inside, collapse onto the scruffy old bed, put my head in my hands and have my nightly cry. How had I brought myself to this, living in this tatty little bed-sit on my own. I had a good life, a nice house with a gentle loving husband who had given more than I ever wanted. But I had thrown all that away. I had turned that good man into monster, who would find fault in everything I did. Who would drive me insane with his constant unspoken questions, about...